It’s Super Bowl Sunday, “Green and Yellow” or “Black and Yellow” is on some overexcited kids iPod and… BAM!!! You’re at another lame ass Super Bowl party. That’s how I felt walking into this mess of a situation. Cut to the chase. During the game, my friend’s new girl is trying to tell me she is a matchmaker. Millionaire Matchmaker happens to be my favorite reality show, so I drop in a few jokes and have this Bird laughing everytime I call her Patti. Blah Blah Blah. After awhile the girl warms up to me and confesses she catching candid shots of me and emailed them to her friend. Guess what? BLIND DATE BITCH. Boom!!!! She got you Stevie.
Fast-forward to now and I ask my self, “What’s really good with blind dates?” This is my first one, yet many have taken this path before me. Are there any tips? Like are dong bags in the wallet the right play? Have two beers before I go right? So many fucking questions! What’s the move when she gives me the ‘ol, “On the first night?” line. I guess that’s part of the process. So on Saturday catch me Tweeting about this bitch like she’s on an Ocho Cinco date. Wish me luck. Defiantly two beers before I go right?
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